You may recall a previous postabout our efforts for the past ten years to finally enjoy a harvest – however small - from our peach tree.
While Beatrix Potter wove heartwarming tales for children about the antics of our happy little forest folk, the ongoing saga here is more Mr. McGregor than Squirrel Nutkin.
I had already picked two peaches a few days ago and left them to ripen.
Yesterday we tried one, and eureka! we had lift-off. It was small, but juicy, and low and behold, tasted like a real peach!
I went out to the tree to check for developments. There were developments, all right. Not good ones.
|Peaches tossed to the ground by tiny little feet.|
|A munch here,|
|And a munch there.|
|Our first harvest!|